White chatted with the others without words, procrastinating for time. {We don't write novels, we're just online text porters-~Sui~Dream~Small~Say~щww~mеng~lā.}

At first, the soldiers simply sarcastically 'Old White is too nervous,' but then their faces turned impatient, and just as they were about to suspect White, they saw him take a large set of keys out of his pocket...... There were more than twenty of them, and he tried them one by one as if he couldn't find the right key, and he dropped the key to the ground several times along the way.

White tries to buy time for his other companions, and is worried about opening the dungeon but not seeing Loria.

He didn't want to die here.

The sound of rusting metal came from the steel-forged gate, and White still couldn't imagine that Loria could pass through it, and the soldiers behind him were already impatient, and they pushed him away and squeezed him down.

White squeezed out a death-like expression, went underground, and saw Loria, who was being escorted, wink at him and smile, and his heart hung again - fortunately, no one noticed Loria's small movements.

Dragged the chestnut with his head down in a reckless manner, White followed at the back of the escort procession, all the while planning what should happen this morning...... At the junction leading to the Chapel lies an ambush of the most determined and loyal warriors, who will kill the guards and rescue Loria if things change...... However, this insurance was no longer in use, and Renault temporarily instructed them to go around the other side.

Temporary changes kept messing up the plans, but at this time White was not afraid, he did not think about the consequences of failure, and just stared blankly at Loria's small but seemingly determined back.

Probably going to work, right?

……

"I can't take it anymore...... I'm going to report to the commander!"

As they stood in the cloister and watched from afar as the soldiers set up the trial hall, Deborah suddenly began to sob, and her voice grew louder and louder, even attracting the attention of others. "I've done so many bad things, I've betrayed the Light!"

Ragnes gripped Deborah's shoulders tightly, his fingertips seemed to sink into her muscles, and the latter temporarily regained his senses due to the pain, and then he let go of his hand, "What's wrong with you?" Are you cringing when it comes?"

"I've never been afraid of death, I'm just ...... Just feeling the pain. Deborah looked at Ragnes's face, and it was hard to tell what it was, and she took a few deep breaths. Calm down, he muttered in a desperate tone: "Let's go and turn ourselves in, the commander will forgive us." ”

She herself knew that this was just a wish, and that they would surely be executed by Renault with many of her companions, a man who would not tolerate betrayal.

"Are you crazy?" said Ragnes, grimacing as she dragged Deborah into a hidden corner, where she staggered to follow. It's like losing the autonomy of your body.

"I'm not crazy, you're the one who is crazy, you always say you want to change, but I don't see any change, you're just replacing one sin with another. Deborah suddenly resisted, glaring into Ragnes' eyes with resentment, "I was deceived by you! You demon! I will accuse you of your crimes! Abidale and Hayden! You killed them because they would not betray their faith!"

"Don't be stupid, war always requires sacrifice. Ragnes was expressionless and calm. "Renault and Whitemane will only lead the crusaders to ruin, and the recalcitrant must pay. ”

Deborah first stared at Ragnes's face with resentment, and then gradually became agitated again, she wanted to push him away, but was constantly blocked, and finally, the whole person was hugged.

Ragnes was a little strange about Deborah's change, she actually stopped struggling, even the crying stopped.

"Let's get out of here, now. Flee to the south. Deborah whispered in his ear, "I forgive you, let's run away together." ”

Lagenis shook his head in silence, Deborah, who had always been his right-hand man, had collapsed at this moment.

She has become an obstacle to change.

Disappointed, bitter or hateful?—Ragnes watched as Deborah's eyes widened as she slowly fell. He was a little disappointed by the poisoned dagger stuck in her heart, but it was a responsibility he had to carry.

Clearing the first few obstacles for Loria Mograini, Ragnis felt tired, and just like that, in a no-man's corner. He sat on the ground next to the corpse of his companion.

……

Riotus stunned the veteran soldier with his shield who was always chattering about how delicious strawberries were in his hometown, and he didn't bother to hide them, and immediately turned around and manipulated the complex magic array.

He knew almost nothing about magic, and his proficiency at the moment was the result of countless nights of memorizing operating rules, but thanks to the suspicious Renault's removal of the portal's guards, he had the opportunity to infiltrate with the help of his fellow villagers.

Scattering the numbered materials from the bag on the dark red magic array, Riotus felt awkward, he never thought that one day he would rely on magic instead of a two-handed sword to protect the eldest lady...... Tearing through the expensive enshrined scroll, he felt something rush out of the worn parchment and burrow into the circle beneath his feet, and in a moment, the dark red magic circle lit up, making a squeaking sound on the iron arcs at both ends.

The purple arcs of electricity scurried around, denser and denser, and finally joined together, and the portal was opened, and before the light could subside, blurred figures appeared in front of his eyes.

"Big sister. ”

Riotus bowed respectfully to the man who walked in front.

……

The rising sun, which had just been hiding behind the clouds, was completely lost at this moment, and the dense and thick dark clouds pressed on everyone's heads.

Loria jumped very cooperatively onto the table prepared for her, and she wondered whether the weather was good or bad—though more convenient for her compatriots, it was a little gloomy and not suitable for the speech she was about to make.

She should have stood in the middle of the rays of light, letting the morning sun shine on her, so that she would have looked holy and reliable.

Mistakes and confusion would be corrected, a new order would be raised, and she regretted that it was not the time for day and night, and as much as she hated the rising sun, others would like it.

She nodded to people she knew or didn't know, whether they supported her or Renault, she looked like she was about to give a speech, not at all like a sinner to be judged, the chestnuts were tied not far from her, and she noticed that the poor little girl was looking at her in alarm, afraid of being hurt again.

Human dignity should no longer be trampled on, freedom from fear is as necessary as air.

The man who slowly walked down the stairs was no longer her blood relative, but the spokesperson of fear, and today, she was going to take his place! )